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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: cheeks.
"Thou hast won it," said the Earl, with a smile.
Myles's eyes shone and his lips trembled with the pang of sudden
joy and triumph, for he was still very weak. "My Lord," said he,
presently "belike thou camest here to see me for this very
matter?"
The Earl smiled again without answering, and Myles knew that he
had guessed aright. He reached out one of his weak, pallid hands
from beneath the cloak. The Earl of Mackworth took it with a firm
pressure, then instantly quitting it again, rose, as if ashamed
of his emotion, stamped his feet, as though in pretence of being
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